Somehow I feel... relieved.
Lot of stuff going on around me lately, and while at least a thousand daggers of all sorts are tossed at me, even from unknown directions, I don't wanna dodge them. They sink into my flesh with the wailing sound of hatred, desperation and dissapointment, I just smile, and shake them out of myself.
I feel free, no longer do I have to let myself be abused or used under the so called term of "being nice". I no longer need to put up with the problems of others, while setting mine aside.
The old wolf died, and I'm glad it did. The new wolf has better eyes, to see thing the old one did not see. Or did not want to see.
Everyone cries out to me asking "why?". If they can't figure out the answer after writing it down in plain black and white English, then they should read it again. It's not in a form of a metaphore or needs the person being able to read between the lines. It's clearly there.
But still, it made me laugh though. People whom I never spoke with more than 2, max 3 times become the high and mighty psychologists, judging me and practically branding me with titles not too favourable. But don't worry, I found it funny as hell, and it made my day :)